I see your face <br />In many things. <br /> <br />In coffee cups, <br />In works of art, <br />In traffic lights. <br /> <br />A memory sparked <br />And you live again. <br />I should bury you <br />Safe and deep— <br />But my heart won’t let <br />You die again. <br /> <br />The pillow feels <br />Like your hand. <br />At night I wake <br />With smiles then cry <br />Because you are not there. <br /> <br />Yet always there <br />And such a pain. <br />Raiding my dreams <br />Like Howard Carter— <br />I should bury you, <br />Safe and deep. <br /> <br />But you were like <br />The summer sun <br />And grass and trees <br />And things. <br />Always there and <br />Such a joy. <br /> <br />I should bury you, <br />Safe and deep. <br />And we’d finally die, <br />Us two.<br /><br />Ashley Akari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-103/
